When I sit
At sunset
In my garden,
And think
Of the days
Of my life
Which flew
Like wind,
I recall
All the battles
That I fought,
And lost,
And the ships
In which I crossed
The seven seas,
And to
My land,
I returned
Empty handed:
With no lamps,
With no carpets,
With no rings,
I recall,
As well,
All the sorrows,
All the pains,
And all
The despairs,
And shake
My head,
In regret.
Then I think
Of you:
Of your face,
Of your eyes,
Of your lips,
And at once,
All the sorrows,
All the pains,
And all
The despairs
Disappear,
And I smile,
In satisfaction,
In admiration,
In content.